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J.B. were with him, and in the corridor behind, Krysty glimpsed the sparkle of
snowy hair.
"Go fuck yourself, Cawdor," the sec boss snarled, unmoving.
"Sure thing," Ryan replied, turning on his heel.
"Ryan! "Krysty called.
"What?"
"Wait!"
"Going, lover. Got to keep moving. Mebbe stop one day."
"Let the back-shooting bastard go," Strasser urged, pressing the tip of his
engorged maleness against her body.
"Ryan, I want you."
"Cort there'll give you what you want, lover," Ryan said wearily. "Child,
family, place to settle and live."
The headache was electrifyingly painful, throbbing to the beat of an unseen
drum.
Krysty struggled against Cort Strasser, but her normal power had gone.
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"Only with you, lover," she yelled.
But she and Strasser were alone on a hillside, above a shallow valley. Beneath
them she could see the polluted waters of a vast rancid lake. The sec boss
still held her beneath him, about to complete the rape.
"Gaia, help me."
"I'll help you with this." He laughed, making Krysty sure she would vomit at
any second.
A little dog, barking its brave defiance, hurled itself at Strasser,
distracting him for another, blessed moment.
The dog received abrupt punishment from the murderous man. He reached out with
his free hand and caught the pup around the throat, squeezed once and dropped
the twitching little body to the warm earth.
"Killer! "she spit.
"Yeah, you believe it."
"You'll die."
He stroked Krysty's long red hair with his free hand and smiled with a
shocking gentleness. "Yeah. We all will."
"I can't stand it."
Cort Strasser's face shimmered like a reflection in a wind-tainted pool. The
grip on her arms weakened, and Krysty tried again to pull away from him. Her
eyes felt as if someone were trying to push them from their sockets with
white-heated pistons.
"Gonna give you what you want, slut. Give you what all women want."
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He thrust then, and she screamed at the terrible ripping, rending pain in her
loins that tore through her body and made her black out.
"Noooo!"
KEEPING A HOLD on his sanity was one of Ryan Cawdor's toughest struggles.
Three jumps, back to back to back, the last from a defective gateway, were
enough to scramble anyone's brain. He fought as hard as he knew how to hold
the sweeping tide of blackness at bay. But it rose and rose about him, until
even his mental and physical powers were drained.
He was in an abandoned ocher quarry, endless ravines and canyons of
multicolored clays that ranged from the palest gray-white to the deepest,
richest vermilion. Ragged trees lined the tops of the sheer cliffs, and the
remnants of rotting wooden ladders were pinned to the walls.
The air was heavy and sulfurous, weighing down on Ryan's head and shoulders.
His steel-toed combat boots slithered in the orange clay, making it hard to
progress in any direction. And all directions looked the same. His coat was
sodden with his sweat, and he wasn't carrying any kind of weapon.
Ryan felt there were other people somewhere in this Technicolor wilderness,
but he couldn't quite see or hear them. He saw the marks of feet, sometimes
fresh with moisture still seeping into them, and twice he thought he heard a
voice behind the next twisting turn. But when he rounded the blind corner
nobody was there.
As he eased the patch from over his left eye, he was assaulted by a sudden
memory of his murderous brother, Harvey. The livid scar etched across his
right cheek flared at the thought.
There was a doorway in the bright wall of stone ahead of him and a barred gate
with a huge, brooding figure standing in front of it an armored man, holding a
strange weapon of polished brass with a gaping muzzle. It was like no blaster
that
Ryan Cawdor had ever seen, and he knew instinctively that it possessed a
dreadful
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